"The scenery’s changing and it warms my soul
I’m 200 miles down and a long way yet to go
So get your boots on and your walking coat
And we’ll together leave our footprints out upon the virgin snow
That ancient sunrise will soon descend
And we’ll be left here pondering on the things which we can depend
So let’s start over with no means to an end
Just an open-hearted hope and a closed hand, full of friend”:
Foy Vance, Closed Hands, Full of Friends.
1/3 15 Days
Yes please. Soon.
She fought it. She recovered. Years helped her to reach the day when she could face her memories indifferently, then the day when she felt no necessity to face them. It was finished and of no concern to her any longer.
We miss you.
"Everybody has a home team: It’s the people you call when you get a flat tire or when something terrible happens. It’s the people who, near or far, know everything that’s wrong with you and love you anyways. These are the ones who tell you their secrets, who get themselves a glass of water without asking when they’re at your house. These are the people who cry when you cry. These are your people, your middle-of-the-night, no-matter-what people."
Shauna Niequist (via middlenameconfused)
This it it.
We all know that IF I ever get married, its ging to be in a jumpsuit.